Murder arrest after teenager killed in ‘hit and run'
A man has been arrested on suspicion of murder after a teenager was hit by a car that appeared to mount the pavement, police have said.
CCTV footage of the incident in the Darnall area of Sheffield, South Yorkshire, appears to show a grey Audi veering into the opposite carriageway before hitting the 16-year-old boy at speed as he walked along the road. He was taken to hospital, but later died.
An 18-year-old man riding an electric bike, was also hit by the vehicle. He suffered serious injuries and remains in hospital.
The driver of the Audi failed to stop at the scene, South Yorkshire Police said.
Police also said a 20-year-old man had been arrested in Kent on suspicion of murder. Three people, a 45-year-old woman and two men aged 26 and 46, have been arrested on suspicion of assisting an offender and remain in custody.
Det Ch Insp Benjamin Wood, the senior investigating officer in the case, said: 'This is a tragic incident in which an entirely innocent bystander, who was going about his daily business, has sadly lost his life.
'Our thoughts are with the boy's loved ones, and we remain focused on securing justice for them.
'We know that this incident will have caused concern in the local community, and we have a team of detectives working at pace to piece together the circumstances which unfolded.
'We're aware of footage being shared online, and I'd like to reiterate our message to the public to withhold from speculating or circulating videos, which may cause distress to the boy's family.
'If you have any footage, imagery or information that may help our investigation then please share this directly with us – it may form an important part of our enquiries. We are also keen to hear from the riders of two electric bikes who were in the area at the time of the incident.'
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